Reincarnated as the Villain’s Father

We've been moving through this damned dungeon for about a week now. I say "about" because I've long since lost track of time.

As the days passed, my relationship with Rebecca started to change. She used to be cold and reserved, but the sheer boredom of being stuck in this dungeon must have worn her down a little, she had become more sociable.

Constantly facing new threats, each more dangerous than the last, had naturally made her start to trust me more. Even if I hadn't literally saved her life, I'd prevented her from getting hurt more times than I could count. There was even one time she got caught in a trap that could've cost her arm, but I managed to get her out just in time. That day, I became someone she could trust without hesitation.

Even now, while Rebecca was bathing. half-naked and vulnerable. I was standing guard. Her bare, flawless back was right in front of my eyes. Even with her short silver hair soaked, it still looked silky as hell.

Now, how did we even find water among all these stone walls? Well, unlike some dungeons in this world, most of them have these kinds of small, hidden chambers with pools or springs. These rooms are usually plain in design and rarely contain monsters. Rebecca and I had stumbled upon a few of these before. used them to clean up, rest, and take care of our needs.

And right now, while I was sneakily staring at the exposed parts of her body... I was also tending to another one of my needs. What? Jerking off while peeking at my sister is disgusting and messed up?

Technically, she's not my sister. She's Leonardo's sister, the guy whose body I reincarnated into. Still, I'm not some creep who gets off on spying on people. But goddamn... I've always been a sexually hyperactive guy.

And even from this distance, I can say, with absolute certainty that Rebecca has one of the finest female bodies I've ever seen. And trust me when I say this: these eyes have seen plenty of delicious women in those videos, over and over again.

When she started drying her hair, I turned my head away. though, to be honest, a bit too late. Luckily, I was quiet enough not to make a sound. That horny bastard inside me is a frequent guest. I've gotten used to shutting him up. But he's still annoying as hell.

Truth is, I felt a little bad. Rebecca was in her period today. Yeah , she was menstruating. I offered to set up camp here and rest for a few days, but she refused.

Not that we had much of a choice. Our food supplies were already gone, and we were surviving on monster meat and whatever weird fruits we could find in some dungeon rooms. We couldn't afford a few days of downtime. And besides "especially Rebecca" we both wanted to get the hell out of here already.

Unlike the world of games and fantasy, the real world comes with something called mental health. No, we weren't on the edge of insanity or anything, but people naturally try to get back to their comfort zones as fast as possible.

Hearing the splash of water echoing around the chamber, I instinctively glanced back toward Rebecca and... oh, dear God. She was completely naked.

I really wished I had a photographic memory, just so I could lock this masterpiece in my head forever.

Those thick, muscular legs supporting her plump, milk-white ass... her tits spilling out to the sides, even with her back turned... I'm sorry, but staying indifferent to a sight like that would require a heart of stone. And mine? It's not a stone. something else that's like a stone.. It's alive, well, and unfortunately, frustratingly hyperactive.

but I held myself back. To be clear, I wasn't holding myself back out of some noble sense of pride or morality. No, it was because I didn't want to fuck things up. Gaining Rebecca's trust to this point hadn't been easy. Who knows what kind of shit she went through in her past to become so cold and distant? But now,... here, in the shittiest depths of this dungeon. she was trusting me enough to stand guard while she was this vulnerable. I wasn't about to throw that away over a pair of tits. I shouldn't.

But goddamn... what a pair of tits.

"What are you staring at?" she said from behind me, just like that, like she'd forgotten she was naked while drying her hair.

I froze. Literally. My brain short-circuited for a second. Her voice was calm. Not angry. Not embarrassed. And if that wasn't enough, she actually turned to look at me. We locked eyes.

"I... uh... just checking... for monsters," I stammered, my tongue tripping over itself.

Rebecca paused for a heartbeat. Then that rare, sly smile spread across her lips.

"What are you, some horny teenager? Can't keep it in your pants so you start peeping at your own sister?" she said, still drying her hair, not even looking directly at me. Her tone was teasing, but there was a certain sharpness in her eyes. the kind that made me freeze again for a second.

Thank the gods the bond we'd built during this brutal journey was strong enough to stop this from becoming a total disaster.

"Sorry," I muttered. "It's just... for a woman like you, that's one hell of a body."

Even though I tried to say it in Leonardo's usual blunt, emotionless voice, she still picked up on the sarcasm underneath.

Rebecca covered her private parts with her hands, though, of course, she utterly failed to hide her breasts completely. And she was still very much naked. As she turned toward me, her eyes narrowed. that familiar, analytical look of hers returning.

"A woman like me, huh?... Go on, let's hear it." Her tone was calm, but threatening. like she was testing something. That smile of hers didn't make me want to apologize... it made me want to defend myself.

I lowered my gaze and sighed slightly. "I mean... you're not exactly extraordinary. You're not flirty. You suck at the art of seduction." I paused, then added, "But still... despite all that, your proportions are distracting as all hell."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed further, her pupils piercing into my mind. The curve of her lips wasn't a smile, it was a challenge. Wet hair dripping over her shoulders, breasts barely hidden by her arms, she took a step toward me.

"Sorry for being so distracted by the little man between your legs," she said, each word like a slice from a freshly sharpened knife.

I went silent. That kind of line... you either laugh it off, or you stand your ground. And I'm Leonardo. I don't give a shit about reincarnation or any of that. a man defends his pride, one way or another.

I raised an eyebrow, my expression serious, but my voice carried that typical smug, slightly mocking tone. "Little man?" I echoed, holding eye contact. I took a step forward. "Well, ma'am, I think I've got something to prove, then."

I unlatched the last buckle of my armor and let it fall to the floor. The sound of cold metal hitting stone echoed throughout the room. My eyes locked onto hers. She looked stunned, maybe even a little entertained.

She bit her lip. And this time, it was a real smile. A rare one. The kind that feels like the nervous thrill before a warrior draws their blade.

But then... her smile froze. Her eyes widened just a little, that unmistakable glint of real surprise. And that look... yes, right then and there, her face clearly said: I wasn't expecting that.

Her gaze drifted downward, involuntarily.

A heavy silence settled in the stone chamber. Only the faint ripple of water remained. Rebecca's lips twitched. She was trying not to laugh, but it sparkled in her eyes. She stepped back, clumsily, her shoulder bumping into the wall. Then she burst:

"Oh, my god... are you serious right now?" she said, one hand over her chest, laughing. And I mean really laughing. That usually stoic, distant, battle-hardened woman. she was practically losing it.

I shrugged. "Hey, you started it. You said 'little.' I'm just setting the record straight. It's called... evidence-based truth."

Rebecca wiped at her eyes like she was brushing away tears, still smiling. "Well... this is not little. at best, that's a baby dragon. I'll start praying for your future wife, hahaha," she giggled, then added, "But I can still kick your ass. Dragons don't scare me."

"And I'm not afraid of your fists," I said, stepping closer, "but let's be honest... you're kinda too naked to throw punches right now."

"And you still haven't taken off all your armor," she fired back, stepping toward me before turning to the water. "Since you're feeling so confident... come on, then. Get in the water. But I'm warning you, Leonardo," she added, glancing back over her shoulder, "If you slip and fall... I might just smash your dragon against the rocks."

I laughed. "Dragons don't fall. They fly."

And then I stepped into the water. Cold, but refreshing. The space between our bodies vanished almost instantly. Rebecca turned her face away, but she was definitely eyeing me from the corner of her eye. That calculating, tactical woman was still in there somewhere, but for a moment... it felt like a mischievous girl had replaced her.

Suddenly, she splashed water on my face.

"What the hell?" I blinked, wiping the droplets away.

"Just distracting you. You know... the dragon was getting a little too threatening."

I splashed her back. Water droplets flew, laughter echoed, and our skin brushed by accident more than once. It wasn't some kind of sexual explosion. No. It was something more primal, more innocent... and maybe even more dangerous. Because now there was something physical forming between us. Something intimate.

Eventually, Rebecca leaned against the wall, panting, but laughing. "Leonardo... seeing you like this... it's strange."

"Seeing you smile is even stranger," I said, moving toward her. "But... smiling suits you."

She looked me in the eye in a brief, silent moment. Then, gently, she brushed the water off my cheek with her fingers. "One day, if we look back on this moment and still laugh... maybe that means we really did grow close."

I leaned in, closing the space between us. Only warm steam separated our lips.

"Rebecca... we're already close. Maybe even closer than you think."

"Whoa whoa, sir. Step back," she said. right on cue, shattering the tension like a needle through a soap bubble.

"Whoa whoa, sir," she repeated, pressing her palm to my chest and pushing me back. That playful sparkle returned to her eyes. Her smile curled with it. "Step back... or I might make sure that dragon of yours never breathes fire again."

I laughed. My voice echoed off the stone walls. Maybe for the first time in this entire dungeon... I was laughing from somewhere deep, deep inside.

And the two of us. two warriors, two souls. in that little water chamber in the depths of the dungeon, just before the final boss fight... for a brief moment, we were just people.

Clinging to each other. With a little laughter, a little warmth, and a little silence.

But there was one truth Rebecca didn't know yet.

The next room... wasn't going to be this fun.